He watches the gesture in confusion before he catches on. "Hm? Oh." Clark wipes away the milkstache hastily after setting the container back down. "Yes. Thank you." He smiles meekly if only because it is not occuring to him that meeting someone while proving you can't handle spicy foods even after traveling the world. He glances at the container and mentally makes a note to get more. He's pretty sure he won't be the first or last person to make that mistake. He's definitely contaminated this batch with his mouth.

"I'm sure you're right about the starches." He was listening even while his chest was on fire. Clark glances from the potato in his hand, to her, and his now pretty inedible meal. "Do you want some hash?" She's clearly working for the community. The least he can do is use all that line cook experience to feed her.